(NOTE: I wrote this late Wednesday, March 30.)
So last night I went to bed at about 2:00 and got up this morning at 8:15 - at which time I discovered there was no milk for Gigi. So I ran right out to the Speedway lest malnutrition set in. The clerk looked at me like I was a person of interest in a murder (I still feel guilty for accidentally killing our opening day post, I guess). And I thought to myself, What's HIS problem?
I came home and was at my desk by 9:00 being Little Miss Productive. At one point I decided to take a break from the thrills of my day job and check on how things were doing with Lily Pad out in Cyberspace. I was in the midst of writing a post when Gigi woke up.
She walks in and looks at me in a skeptical manner.
"Hey, Gigi. What's up?"
"Nothin'. Did you get my milk?"
"What do you mean, like that? Is a sweatshirt not good enough for the Stop'n'Rob?"
"Your shoes," she says, pointing at my feet.
I push myself away from my desk and am flabberghasted to find that I am wearing my typical clog on my left foot and a rather mangy houseshoe on my right!
You know, you can talk all you want about the importance of wearing clean underwear in case you're in a wreck, but that's just lame. To really get your cheeks to burn, there's no substitute for mis-matched footwear at the corner gas station.
I see that now.
On a brighter note, I was able to get LPC blinkies loaded here! Vicky and I had a great deal of fun making them. I'm the wordsmith and she's the Digital Wonder, so we compliment each other very well.
Sort of like a Gucci on your left foot... and a Gucci on your right foot.
Wow. What a concept.
Of course, not all of us can afford Gucci footwear. I know I can't. Which is just as well, considering yours truly might wear out the left shoe a lot faster if she makes a habit of this morning's little escapade.
Time for bed, I think.
Now if I can just find my other houseshoe....